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41. Quidditch field Victories

Prompt used- Sitting close and Knees touching| Harry and Draco are forcefully made to sit together for the rest of the term | unestablished relationship | not very proud of this one.

" just stop being a fucking dork and one of these days actually ask him out, will you?" Ron harshly Whispered

" it's not like it's easy- you of all people should understand" Harry whispered back

" I know I hate that git but I'd rather have you do crappy thing's with him than sit there and listen to you talk about how his hair looks different " Ron Whispered

" well- I can't just-"

" Mr. Potter, enough. I'd very much appreciate if you'd not be a disturbance to my classes and actually do some studying. Sit down with Mr. Malfoy right this Instant" Professor McGonagall interrupted his one on one conversation with Ron.

" but Pro-"

" I said right now Mr. Potter " and who wasn't scared of the almost death glare from Professor McGonagall.

Collecting his scattered things on the table, he went and sat down next to Draco, his still so called rival, Only his now his insults sounded more like " nice hair pottah" or " you actually cleaned your shoes, pottah " and even after that Harry never understand why couldn't he just call him potter without the special emphasis.

For the rest of the class, Draco didn't make any insults and simply focused on the lesson, making Harry do exactly the same. And again after the class Ron wanted to bang his head against the wall listening to harry.

" Mr. Potter, I'd like to have a word with you " professor McGonagall immediately called him out.

Frowning Harry followed her inside the room and sat down in the front chair.

" can I ask you what was so entertaining or so important that you had to discuss it in my class ?"

" it- it was something related to the class " Harry lied, he should've known he sucked at it.

" alright, If you were actually paying attention to the class, let me ask is glamouring charm a part of transfiguration?"

Harry wanted to reply but he highly respected professor McGonagall and couldn't let her down by giving an absurd answer so he went for the truth " I don't know professor "

" that's what I thought. However, I wanted to discuss your grades. You are seriously lacking behind in my class and I don't want to point out but being with Weasley is sure doing that. So either you work on it or get yourself someone to help you with it "

" understood"

" then you may leave"

But like empty promises, Harry by default was still flunking his class, he liked to call transfiguration of 8th year a tad bit more difficult.

" I will not have this attitude Mr. Potter. You are to be seated with Mr. Malfoy for the rest of the term -"

" but-"

" I said what I said Mr. Potter " and there was her glare, so again he picked all his things and sat down next to Draco.

" I might actually have to think, you like sitting with me " Draco smirked

" like my world revolves around you malfoy " Harry rolled his eyes and started taking down notes from the board like Draco himself.

As much as Harry wouldn't like to admit it, he did pay attention to the class and was infact pretty pleased that by sitting with Draco, he Actually could work. The only problem was he still hated his guts.

" hey potter "

Harry turned around to see Draco leaning over one of his friend, laughing about something.

" what ?" Harry rolled his eyes

" better not to be flunking more classes or I'd actually have to consider that you like sitting with me "

" as if malfoy " harry spat and walked away.

" can't believe you saved his life. Told you, was never worth saving " Ron rolled his eyes as he walked along with harry to the next lesson.

The coming weekend, him, Ron and Hermione were finally able to hit Hogsmeade again, for the first time this season.

" why can't you just get one of your girl friends to come do some shopping with you " Ron whined as they walked with Hermione to do her girl shopping

" because Ron, one of these days, this might actually be useful for you when you get a girlfriend " Hermione rolled her eyes as she picked her last item and walked to the counter to get it billed

" I hardly doubt " Ron raised his eyebrows as he helped her with her stuff " Harry- do you think- oh god not again "

" what ?" Hermione asked

" he's staring again "

" Harry, if you really like him so much, just ask him out " Hermione suggested

" I don't- well not technically like him. And I don't even know if he's interested- hi Zacharias "

" hi harry. Good day " and with a smile Zacharias completely walked by him.

" let's just get out of here " Harry sighed and almost pulled both of them out of the shop.

The rest of the day, Harry let them be and walked behind them, practically third Wheeling but enjoying himself by observing people until his eyes fell upon someone flying on a broomstick in the quidditch Field, well not flying but being still, staring far ahead.

When they finally walked back to Hogwarts, Harry had finally discovered who was in the quidditch Field but decided not to ruin the only thing left off him.

For the next few weeks, Harry had to sit with Draco, someday's willingly and someday unwillingly. The willingly days were when sometimes Draco helped him out with something and the unwillingly days when Draco's friends would sit ahead of them and he would crack up some insult every once in a while.. all in all, Draco wasn't such a bad company after all when he wasn't insulting or trying to.

As the winter came along and things got more colder and Hogsmeade went of bounds yet to Draco, quidditch Field wasn't out of bounds and even in the days of the worst cold, he remained in the air watching far ahead. Simply amused, one of the cold Sundays Harry took his broom and joined along with Draco.

" hey, what you doing here ?" Harry asked as he zoomed a bit more towards Draco without startling him.

" staring. You know I was only joking that you actually like sitting with me but now I think you've taken this a bit more seriously " Draco smirked

" please all you want. I just wanted to- well I couldn't go to Hogsmeade"

" yeah, I heard it's shut down "

Harry nodded, staring at Draco only for a minute when he turned his head and resumed staring at the far distance.

" I see you come here often " Harry said all of a sudden, following Draco's line of sight.

" well I'm not invisible, am I ?"

" do you always have to sarcastic ?"

" do you always have to be a pain in the ass ?"

" I regret coming here " Harry rolled his eyes

" I'm only joking " Draco chuckled. If Harry hadn't stalked Draco for longer than he was supposed to , he wouldn't had noticed how Draco sounded when he chuckled but he did stalk him and this was foreign and it felt nice.

" like you go to Hogsmeade for a break, I come here. It's nice when you can actually see the water's without the snow but it's still as Beautiful " Draco said

" I remember the most Beautiful forest I'd seen on the run, the forest of Deen but I'm just afraid if going back there. It's nice but it's kind of tainted with the -"

" escape from the war. A hiding "

" yeah " Harry frowned how quickly Draco Found the exact words Harry was going to say.

" I understand. During the war, the dark forest was like that to me but now I can't go back. Back then I had a purpose, now I don't" Draco shrugged.

Harry was slightly amazed to look at a new side of Draco, a side which wasn't equipped with insults and torments " if only you were this nice in school "

" well- if you must know, I don't want to ruin my time here, no matter the circumstances. Even if those includes you "

" ha, there's the quip "

Draco grinned shaking his head. Harry bit his lip, wondering how had he never noticed Draco this way before, when he wasn't trying so hard to be someone he wasn't.

" I don't know why, but right now you're easy to talk to "

" Don't make me regret this potter. I'm not always that bad "

" oh yeah, wanna do a flashback check " Harry chuckled.

" no, I'm good " Draco shook his head smiling.

And for the rest of the time, Harry ever once in a while glanced at Draco and smiled to himself and enjoyed the view of the frozen lake and the forest covered in snow. When he slept that night, but only in his drowsiness he admitted that he'd like to have that day, everyday.

In the next couple days to follow, Harry and Draco remained from throwing unnecessary insults at each other and actually offered a smile every time they sat down next to each other. And even if they both hated to admit it, they liked it.

It was Only until, Harry realised he was, maybe, enjoying it a little more than usual. The evenings on the broom, awkwardly meeting each other at the library, sitting together in class, it was making them have much more interaction than their whole lives. That very day, when he sat down next to Draco, he was very much aware of the fact that he was sitting too close to Draco, with his knees almost touching those of Draco's, and his hands resting a little more towards Draco than they were supposed to and so with a blush, he created more distance and didn't talk to him after class as usual, because instead he ran into Zacharias.

" hey, how have you been Harry ?" He asked

" hey- I didn't see you there. I've been good. Really. more maybe, how have you been ?" Harry replied

" I've been good too. By the way,I was wondering if this Sunday you'd like to go to Hogsmeade with me, it's going to open for while ?" Harry only caught a clever grin of Ron from behind Zacharias before he was snapped back into conversation with Zacharias.

" sounds perfect " Harry smiled and with that Zacharias walked away leaving Harry a bit more giddy than usual. Until Draco walked by past him, almost disappointed.

Spending the Sunday with Zacharias was just how Harry should've expected it to be but all he could think was of Draco, not In the quidditch Field that day, despite having caught him at breakfast. He enjoyed being with Zacharias, Only until he realised that all he did was wanting to talk about where Harry was during the war or who all did he meet or how he figured the hocruxes. Being the nice one, Harry couldn't deny answering the questions but it leave him with short Answers. When they finally walked back to the castles, Harry was desperate to walk into the dormitories and catch a sight of Draco through the window if he could, which he didn't of course.

It was within a few days Harry figured the reason why Draco didn't go out on Sunday and immediately ratted out Zacharias.

" that was bullying "

" what are you even defending him for, he bullied you for like half your school life" Zacharias snapped

" it doesn't matter what happens between us..but I never beat him. You beat Him out of no purpose, no Reason, just out of the blue and left him limp. And not to forget, right before you took me to Hogsmeade " Harry snapped

" he is a goddamn death eater-"

" don't do you dare say he deserves it, you moron. When you don't know shit about someone, don't go assuming " Harry snapped back again. It was no doubt they had gathered some attention and harry quite liked the attention Because it Only degraded Zacharias right now

" whatever Harry, what happened, happened-"

" and it better not happen again.. you're not his rival, I am and that's the bottom line. You don't get to fight him or insult him. That's my job, so stay away" and harry stormed away after yelling.

And he knew exactly where to go on a fine Sunday evening.

" you didn't had to do that " he said

" of course, I did. He fucked up my rival " Harry rolled his eyes as he stilled in the air next to Draco.

" that was pretty possessive of you " Draco chuckled

" I don't care about that. I can't go around knowing you have Someone else who hates you, it's just me and you know it's the same for me. You cannot bear someone hating on me other than you"

" hate to admit it but it is kind of true " Draco gave Harry a smile before he zoomed down to one of the benches, Harry following him.

" he didn't hit you hard though, did he ?" Harry asked once they had hit the bleachers and kept their brooms aside.

" it was fine. I'm little used to people throwing hate on me now " Draco shrugged as he casted a heating spell on both of them

" but that's wrong"

" but that's the thing, they don't see it. I was once wrong and that's what I'll always be" Draco sighed rubbing his hands together.

" not to me. I know who I saved and who bullied me and they're two different people. You didn't save my life that day in the malfoy manor just for fun, or something. You did because- well I don't know why- but you did and that's the true you, not the stupid kid who believed too much in rivalry "

Draco remained stunned by Harry's words. It was usual for him for someone to hate on him now, but someone actually being nice, he didn't think he deserved it anymore.

" you deserve to be treated fairly malfoy, no matter what. You may have been on the bad side, but you're not actually bad "

" i- uh- I really don't know what to say "

" you don't have to " harry smiled softly, Scooting a little closer to Draco.

" I understand what it's like to pretend each day. To wake up every morning and pretend everything is normal when it's not. Father is probably never getting out of azkaban, mom is still on House arrest and I still have to go every Saturday and prove myself innocent. That's why i fly every Sunday. To break free. I'm just so -"

" tired of pretending ? I know what it's like. It's weird how I know you understand me the most but the truth is truth. You do. Everyone just wants to know about the war, nobody wants to know me and it sometimes hurts but can I help it? No, so I pretend to enjoy telling the stories I hate"

Draco sympathetically looked at harry. It was true, how in the whole wide world, they possibly were the only two people who could understand each other and that was pretty revolutionary on its own.

" I thought you liked Zacharias ?" Draco asked after minutes of silence.

" I think my preferences have changed to people who actually want to know me than people who would beat someone up for no reason " he gave Draco the simplest smile of them all, yet he told Draco exactly what he needed to tell and Draco didn't mind it, even a little bit..

After all, he wanted the same too.

And who knew, professor McGonagall was watching from her own window and was pretty proud of her own little Victory.

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Day 40- just keep swimming | Day 42- little thing's

43. Love me like never before

As a request to redo this by @thebusyfangirl , I combined this with my missed prompt no. 43- braiding others hair. I wrote this while playing my Ukulele and I cried at the tune. Hope you like this.

Harry finally catch sight of the only one he look for and give it another try | fluff | mostly ANGST | domestic | hurt comfort |

Harry bobbed his head listening to the music, moving his body in slow rhythms unnoticed by anyone dancing to the songs playing at Blaise's wedding.

It happened an year ago when Blaise had accidentally met harry at the mall and thereafter have remained in touch and infact became pretty good friends. The time they met, Blaise was going through one harsh phase in his life and Blaise likes to claim that harry helped him a lot, not that harry ever understood that.

It was enjoyable to see everyone laughing away as a few started departing and only very close people remained. There was slow dancing and harry remained sat there, drowning on his glass of Scotch, staring away at dancing muses of anatomically humane bodies.

" to what do owe the pleasure of you finally reaching out after 30 minutes long time of longingly staring " harry turned to the man who he was very much aware of having stare at him most of the time.

" believe me mister it takes a lot of time to gather courage but now I did, and reached out " harry shook his head as if it was funny.

" well if you've come here to stare, so let me be bethroned to my seat and you can stare at me then " he raised an eyebrow

" no, I- as much as pleasurable it would be-"

" I'm really sorry I have to go. I'm harry by the way, nice meeting you" and harry fled off without even listening the others man's name because he had finally caught the sight of who he always looked for.

" draco "

" hey " harry greeted

" harry, I- it's a surprise to see you here-" he said

" is it? You weren't at the wedding?" Harry furrowed his eyebrows

" I- I wanted to, really. Just got stuck. I haven't seen you the entire time though. I'd been here for a long time " he answered

" really ? You might've missed " harry frowned

Silence.

" I didn't know you were close to Blaise ?" Draco asked

" oh- yeah. We met Last year, I helped him through his previous divorce " harry replied

" I didn't know you were a lawyer " he said with an amused look

" oh- no, no of course not. I consulted him to a lawyer " harry replied clicking his tongue.

The other man nodded, understandably. He gulped his Scotch, wincing as it burnt his Throat, but then again he had Always been into drinking scotch even if burnt, he liked it's sensation, and harry knew this as if it was ancient scroll he revised every night.

" so where do you work now ?" Harry asked

He clicked his tongue, gulping down his drink before replying " I'm in between. I have given up my practice-"

You were a healer at st.mungo's right ?" Harry interjected

" yeah, right. Someone accused me, I lost the case. Politician's pressure you know, bet one like my father. Anyways, no regrets. I was kind of getting sick of watching all the patients everyday with blood and bruises. I've applied to ivermory for potions post, haven't heard from them" he replied

" why not Hogwarts?" Harry asked

" i- I haven't thought of it. But a few painful memories you know-"

" I understand. If you want help-"

" no, thank you" he replied defensively " I Just. I want to make it on my own if you don't mind it. As much as it would be a great help, I think I want to make a place for myself somewhere with however I am- with the mark if you know what I mean " he added

Harry nodded again, understandably " I still think you're more than just your mark. It doesn't define your life"

" but it does " he sighed.

And silence fell over again. Harry looked warily over the music station

" the music playlist is rather nice" he complimented pointing towards the music station subtly.

" allow me to take the credits for it" harry smiled wittily

" oh really? You made the playlist then ?" He asked impressed

" I did. Played a few of them myself that is " harry proudly said

" my, my. When did you started playing again ?" He asked Thoroughly interested.

" it was uh- well I think - wait- how'd you know I stopped playing ?"

" oh- you don't play at the Joe's anymore, so I just figured- no offense- I just thought you had stopped playing " he defended himself

" it's- alright. I did stopped playing there. I picked up an year or two ago.. I'm learning cello now " harry frowned

" that's interesting" draco replied " why is the man by the bar looking at me like he can kill me right now?"

" oh- that- random guy. He approached me " harry shrugged

" still don't like random strangers coming upto you then ?" Draco smiled lightly at slight recollections from the past

" it's creepy sometimes. That man had been staring at me for like 30 Minutes' and when he did finally approach I gave him sarcastic replies, he didn't get it " harry rolled his eyes

" well not everyone can sense your sarcasm potter " draco chuckled

" and I'm glad to have people who do " harry added.

Draco and harry nodded at each other, Falling at loss of words, cautiously choosing their next words.

" yo-"

" yo- "

They chuckled at the moment, draco egging harry to go on first.

" you here with someone then?" Harry finally asked the question he'd be dying to ask.

" no, solo " draco raised his glass as if it was funny " you ?"

" oh no, got no one " harry pressed his lips in a thin line, his hands sliding down his pocket.

Draco nodded understandably.

" dance ?" Harry suddenly asked, nervously.

" wh-"

" there's music, there's a place.. what say a dance ?" Harry offered his hand

Even in a no, draco was reaching for Harry's hand's involuntarily, not touching yet.

" i- I haven't danced in ages" draco plead

" what is dance anyways draco- just Moving feets-"

" just moving feets-"

They simultaneously responded. Draco froze suddenly. He thought harry would forget, he thought he'd forget but he hadn't.

" so?" Harry raised his eyes expectedly.

Draco thought for a moment before giving in and holding Harry's hand.

" the first step wasn't so hard, now was it ?" Harry chuckled as he dragged him to the stage and attaining one corner to dance in.

" it's a couple's song ?"

" we could do hip hop dance if you'd like but that would definitely draw attention and I'm pretty sure neither of us are looking for that " harry shrugged his shoulders in a suggestion.

Draco's expression changed from worried to something that said seriously, you're ridiculous.

Smiling harry got hold of one of draco's hand and fitted other one over his waist, maintaining a valid distance. Draco however stepped a little closer.

In the little dance motions harry allowed himself to stare at draco and to harry He still seemed as if the Angels had carved him themselves, he still looked as mighty as ever, as elegant as ever, harry bet his eyes crinkled when he laughed loudly even judging by the small faint wrinkles at the side of his eyes, His cheek bones highlighted as though they had purposely been made that way only they weren't. His lips looked plump, like they'd just been kissing a plum, his hair maybe a bit longer than harry remebered but it suited him. He was still him, yet everything seemed so different.

As if Draco understood what harry was doing, he looked away, the pit In his stomachs growing larger.

" don't do it "

" do what ?" Harry asked spinning draco, then pulling him in again, forcing draco to look at harry.

" you're doing this on purpose " draco couldn't resist those eyes, he never could and he was a failed man to resist them.

" I'm doing what ?" Harry asked as if innocent.

Draco closed his eyes, only to open them again as the song softly tuned into another. Shaking his head, draco looked away.

" I'm doing what draco ?" Harry tilted his head at draco.

Draco allowed himself to gaze at him again, his eyes immediately locking with those green eyes, they were still irresistible.

" we- I can't do this again " draco sighed heavily. Harry pulled draco a little further In, then spinning him around again. This time though draco tripped a little and harry saved him again. Like he always had.

" why ?" Harry asked as they remained still.

" because we can't " draco answered and resumed dancing after taking position.

" we were kids back then. We didn't know what we wanted, what we said, what we even did, we were foolish draco" harry countered.

" and it didn't work then and so it wouldn't now " Draco firmly stood his ground.

Harry's eyes glimmered as the last of hopes died by seconds " you would never even want to try then?"

" we've tried and we failed-"

" we were stupid draco. I was stupid to let you go, you were stupid enough to let me go too. You can't look me In the eye and tell me for once, you never thought of trying again " harry's voice trembled lightly even after his desperate attempts to sound stern.

" I- it doesn't matter.. Its in the past and I suggest you think of it as a past too " draco swallowed.

Harry shook his head, looking away at the lights at far distance " I can't pretend to forget it even if you can. I was stupid to never call you back, I was and I'm paying my debts"

" yeah you are, how exactly ? " Draco furiously counter backed, his eyes shining in anticipation.

" by you burning my letters. Seeing you all night, seeing you date someone else after me, with you stopping to come at Joe's, by staying late every night, regretting " harry replied equally furiously.

" it doesn't fix everything-"

" and it didn't fix when you kissed theo right in front of me even though you knew I was ready to come out. You can never pin all of this on me. It was as equally your fault as mine " harry firmly said as he harshly spinned draco, and bringing him close enough that he could kiss him, but didn't.

" it doesn't matter anymore- it's the past and I've grown out of it. I've forgiven you long time ago, like any mature Person and I've moved on with life " draco replied looking down at Harry's lip, not moving an inch further.

" you've moved on from me then ?" Harry asked stepping back to get a better look at draco, resuming soft motions.

" I have " Draco replied looking anywhere but harry

It was as if Harry's heart was shattering little by little, like a glass doll was slowly falling and it was just about to hit the surface. He spoke no more but only danced as he regretted his lost chances.

" this song " draco sighed, instantly recognising it.

" this song will end right in 1 minute and you know it too. When it ends I will walk away draco, and you don't stop me, I'll never come back and beg for your forgiveness. I'll know that this song is no longer your favorite, that you don't miss me, thay you don't wish to be with me, that you have after all given up. I'll know you've moved on like you claim you have, I'll know you don't love me anymore, like you say you don't and I'll go " harry whispered and gave draco a last spin, his movements softening than before. That glass doll was locked in a rest state, paused from Falling and all it would take to shatter would be harry walking away and draco letting him. The tunes smoothered down just like Harry's hush movements. And the song finally stopped with the soft roughened end of the vinyl stopping playing on the record player. Harry for one last time looked draco, who didn't look at harry. He couldn't.

" goodbye draco " harry whispered as the glimmer of his tear fell down his cheek and he turned around to walk away, the glass doll finally-

" I don't- stop- wait " draco impatiently Turned harry around. His eyes swimming with the horrors of a broken heart, his lips trembling in fear of losing, again.

" why? After all this time why do you want to try again ?" Draco asked,his voice quivering softly

" because- I don't want to feel this pain anymore like you do " harry sighed as he stepped closer to draco, a sense of cherish running down his body knowing draco had stopped him.

" we never worked out. We fought a lot harry. We hurt each other. We kept ourselves a secret. We called each other things. Give me one reason why we should do it against ? Give me one reason worth it to come back for you ?"

" Because I'm not who I used to be, you're not who you used to be. Because I'd much rather never kiss anybody than not being kissed by you. Because I'd rather sleep with no moon or the stars than living a life knowing you're not by my side. Because I was stupid to let you go. Because I regret losing the only good thing in my life. Because despite everything we were good together. Because in every poem, it's your voice I hear. Because in every eyes, I look for you. Because In every echo I hear your voice. Because there's no home without you. Because I want to suffer but I want to suffer with you. Because if there was one person I would fly to the moon and to the entire galaxy, its you. Because I've lost you once and I can't do it again. Because I want to play my every song to no one but you. Because I knew you'd come today and this would be my last chance. Because the way we met again was special and anyone who reaches to me in a bar, it's unworthy. Because I'll miss you forever with every core, nerve of my body if I don't have you. Because I love you, Always have and Always will. Because anatomically, mentally, psychologically, emotionally, spiritually I'm all yours and I want to be no one else's "

" and I'd let you braid my hair like you always wanted, everyday " Harry shrugged as though it was nothing but he was in tears.

Draco's face quipped with a little side smile as tears emerged in his eyes, those were happy tears and he was glad.

" you had me at braiding your hair " draco chuckled.

Harry chuckled too, crying but chuckling.

" wow, even my vows were not that good " they heard Blaise retort in between their moment.

Harry shut off his eyes " you're unbelievable Blaise "

" if you don't kiss him, I will draco" Blaise's new wife added

" you ruined the moment guys " harry quipped, wiping off his tears.

Draco chuckled Shaking his head, pulling harry closer by his collar " you're a fucking menace" and kissed harry over the lips.

The fireworks suddenly went off but they cared no less for the world right now. They were entailed in their moment of reunion, of casting themselves back together, of finally returning to each other, finally returning home. Their love was no love written in the stars or to be found in any divinations or prophecies, their love was a tragic love story, that they had written filled with pain, suffering, betrayal, heart break and happy ending. No two people had ever been more perfect for each other than them, at least that's what people said afterwards.

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Harry was sat on the ground, Involved with depths into a Disney movie and draco sat behind him over the couch.

" hair tie harry " draco ordered. Without breaking eye contact, harry gave draco the hair tie and he plunged his hair into 2 thin french side braids he had Always liked so much.

" let me see " draco said. Harry only turned for a glimpse before turning around to see the movie again.

" harry " draco sternly commanded. Harry paused the movie and then turned around to give draco the final view.

" mia bella Amare ( my beautiful love ) " Draco cheekily smiled as he leaned down and kissed harry the nose. He moved back a little to see harry furiously blushing. Grinning draco pushed a strand of Harry's fallen out hair behind his ear.

" I love you " harry whispered as he craned upward to kiss his boyfriend.

" I know " draco murmured as he kissed harry over the lips.

" now do mine " draco said in the kiss and immediately jumped down to the ground, harry shifting to the couch.

And that was their typical Sunday.

Or had it always been fate? A destiny ?

I'm sorry for my inability to recently provide individual/ uncombined requests. I've been a bit swamped with requests.

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Day 42- little things | Day 44-how to get away with murder |

Hey @sorry-i-ship-drarry

I love all your drabbles / shortfics. They give one of my serotonin shots of my day😭❤️😍

Can you please do prompt no.12 - pushing a strand of hair behind the ear?

You can clearly see I'm a simp for these gestures. And can't wait to read it from your writing. 😍❤️

Lots of love,

And do not forget to take care of yourself amidst all these writing😊😊

Hey @thebusyfangirl I'm incredibly Thankful to you. I notice you reblogging my writings and my posts a lot and I very much appreciate it . Now as for the Prompt request , I have already done it before- draco's clever boyfriend .

Here's the masterlist to all the prompts I've already written.

However I would take a request of redoing the same prompt in a different way, if you want to. I'd very much enjoy redoing it.

Take care.

47. Stupid Teenage crush - part2

when life gave harry a second chance, he took it | fluff | angst | comfort |

Requested by - @cissa-bee @textrovert-01 and @littlebodybigheartttt and @thebusyfangirl, here's the comfort you seeked

Until the very morning of 4th October, an year and four months later when draco came like howling wind, knocking his door on the grimauld place, 12, everything changed, again, for the second time.

" draco ?" Harry frowned as he opened the door to allow draco into his little paradise.

How could he had expected such a thing, draco revealed he had been away for college, until he quit very recently precisely Because he was done people's puppet. He missed being around people who loved him, people who understood him but mostly in his time away from harry, he realised he missed him the most.

He was happy in his life , harry was. He had a boyfriend, nice friends, a place he called his own yet the scar draco left, stung, once again after harry had bandaged it nicely and covered it up. Days away, it should have Healed, he should've been used to draco's absence but seeing him only awoke feeling of warmth and home that harry himself hadn't known he missed. The scar resurfaced and shone in gold, and harry only wished that this time the wound won't need rendering.

However it was quick when Harry's friend's became his own and Friday nights became a thing. They spend hours chattering away, making fun and jokes, playing truth and dare without such a little care in the world. Harry and draco would even on some nights just live the night away, sneak out, running on grounds for far too late, skating on the ice, scaring people from under the invisibility cloak until a very night,he saw it. Draco watched as harry kissed his boyfriend, with his arm hanging around his neck from up where he sat on arm rest next to his boyfriend. Harry liked his boyfriend way more than draco had even thought about and somewhere in the corner of his little wretched traitorous heart, he felt lonely and jealous, guilty for being jealous. And to him, an old friend visted and draco consumed more alcohol in the bar than his body could suffice.

Days turned to weeks, into months, draco took his place back again in Harry's life only this time he reminded himself that he was with someone who made him happy but the thoughts of draco haunted him late at night, somedays it made him smile, somedays it left him confused, and somedays Just thinking. Draco started working in the pet shop just opposite of Harry's coffee shop, like harry had suggested, even lived with harry until Draco found his own place and all left harry giggling with draco as they walked back home together. He was still the same draco he had once known, he was still the draco who got giddy about eating chocolate cake ,who ate with elegance, who still loved to dress in Black but secretly loved white, still the one who loved to read in his free time when people thought of hanging out but this time harry didn't fall, he didn't, did he ?

" why him ? Why not me ?" Draco had said as soon as he had rung the bell of the place he too lived in when harry opened the door.

" what ?" Harry frowned as he tried pulling draco inside

" why him ? I thought you liked me ?" Draco seemed as though he might cry, or had been.

" what are you on about draco ?" Harry asked as he tried to pull draco inside again, only for his hands to be jerked away..

" you know it. You liked me first harry, so why him and not me ? " Draco stammered as he stepped nearer to Harry, grabbing him by his collar " you walk home with me, you talk to me, you live with me, you read with me, and you eat with me. You do everything with me and yet you're with him and not me harry..why are hurting me? Why ?"

" I like you harry..fuck i do and I know you're with that little of idiot with military cut but I can't change the way I feel. I'm sorry harry but I like you. And I think you should be with me but you're with him " before Harry had even anticipated anything, Draco had collapsed in a hug with harry, whispering in his neck that he liked him until Harry felt draco relax under his hold and fallen asleep.

Sighing harry picked draco up In his arm and helped him over to his bedroom and laying him over the bed, covering him up with sheets. Harry stared at Draco with his eyes shut, draco looked more relaxed than ever, the babyish like softness spread across draco's face, his lips poked out lightly. Harry smiled to himself, almost wanting to touch those lips, that face that shone brightly under the moon light but harry didn't. He didn't want to wake up draco just because he seemed at peace and harry was afraid he'll ruin it.

" because, I too once felt all that and I saw you choose someone else over me. I wish you'd came earlier " harry whispered in a reply as he kissed the top of draco's head with a smile.

" stay" draco grumbled as he held harry's hand and tucked into a little grasp avoiding harry from leaving. Like Someone who'd been in love, he stayed by waiting for draco to leave his arm until harry asleep by the bed, In draco's hold.

And Harry didn't think much upon anything or he lied to himself until the very next morning, draco entered the kitchen while harry was preparing breakfast. They sat down and ate in silence, silence that was quiet yet so loud.

" why are you here and not over at Andrew's ?" That was the first thing he asked harry when he abruptly stopped eating.

" because this is my place ?" Harry frowned

" no I mean why are you here making breakfast for me when you should be Making it for Andrew " draco sharply said.

" one, I don't have to make food for him just because he's my boyfriend-"

" will you stop pretending last night didn't happen ?" Draco sneered. And with that harry finally stopped eating and looked up at Draco.

" and do what with it ? You said something's and so what ? You were drunk out of your mind draco"

" so you're just going to pretend I didn't absolutely poured my heart out to you and you don't care because they were drunken words " Draco snapped

" okay, I don't know what's wrong with or you're Just grumpy-"

" stop pretending -"

" and do what draco ? Tell you that I can't believe you just said that ? Tell you that you had no right to say that ? Tell you that I like you too or something ? Stop pretending that it didn't happen and do exactly what draco" harry Snapped

" stop pretending that you are happy with Andrew " draco snapped

Harry clenched his jaw In anger as his fists clenched too by his side, slamming it over the table " you don't say about my relationship draco. He's Someone who actually likes me back and I'm happy with him " he snapped and stormed right out of the house, leaving the breakfast stranded.

Draco sighed heavily when he heard the door slam shut. He regretted even talking about it but what more could an injured heart do, still minimally drunk..

But Draco regretted it more when the House felt more empty and haunting when some portraits In the attic screeched Because of the thunder breaking out in the clouds. The drizzle only picked up by hours, sky darkening the clouds and the patio draco sat on waiting for harry blinked between dark and light as the light fused blinked in the quivering weather. In the hours harry was gone, draco had worriedly sat outside, made some tea, tried reading but nothing worked. Draco had ruined many things in life, a lot of them, even the relationship with theo when he learnt through theo harry liked him but if there was one thing he always wanted to protect was harry and he couldn't bear the thought of having almost ruined Everything as he stood under the rain, looking up at the sky for some sort of sign that would return.

And just as if someone had heard his prayer, the clouds grumbled loudly as a streak of lightening went off In the sky, draco heard the patio door open and there stood harry, all wet..

"harry-"

" no.. you- you just stay quiet and I'll talk"

" but Harry-"

" I said stay quiet "

And draco remained silent, waiting for his heart to be peirced open and cut into shreds.

" I knew it the day you came back, something had changed. I knew it and I hate you for coming back in my life. You had absolutely no right to do that after what you'd put me through. I was doing absolutely fine, had a boyfriend who liked me, a nice job, nice friends, family but you- you moronic fuck, ruined my relationship, ruined my peace, ruined everything, even me. You had no right to tell me you liked me, I waited endless months to hear that from you but not at this price, this ship had sailed draco and I don't want you" harry huffed as he saw even In the rain, draco's eyes glistening with tears

" but fuck I need you. It's not as if I can't live without you, without looking at your face, looking at your stupid face when you read something that confuses you, without seeing you smile, without seeing your eyes or just entirely your anatomical constitution of matter, I just don't want to. I want to look at you everyday, every single day of my life even if you're a complete arsehole and doesn't deserve this but I came back because I wanted to. Because I'm an idiot who still likes you after everything and all who can think of is kissing you just like I've Always wanted to " harry bit his lip as he finished his monologue, waiting for some sort of reaction but it was as if time had slowed down or that Maybe draco had expected something else that when he finally realised, he collapsed into happy sobs.

" I-"

" just fucking kiss me already " harry smiled in his own tears as he walked to draco and finally waited for draco to kiss him and he did . Draco pulled harry closer by the corner of his white sweater, all wet from the rain, softly putting his hands into harry neck, a little of Tickling into his hair as he kissed harry, blushing. Harry chuckled as he pulled draco closer, wrapping his arms around his waist, loving the feeling of draco's lips over his own.

And for once harry now knew, he wouldn't stay awake thinking what would had happened if he had ever kissed draco because he had and his life changed for the third time and this time, for forever.

Only if life gave me a second chance.

Thank you for making me write a part 2. Just want to let you know that if you've requested something, I have it under progress and I promise I'm trying to keep up with it.

Requests still open

Day 46- old habits | Day 48- because, it's you and me

47. Stupid Teenage crush

Prompt used- Touching their elbow to get their attention | ANGST | HURT COMFORT | IRL- based

To be 17 and to be in love, harry was no exception.

Harry saw it in his eyes, he really did.. but was he wrong. Was he so absolutely wrong...

They met in July again after years, last year. It wasn't such a special meet or something he could tell his kids about, it was just a simple meet with only a question being asked while they were doing potions homework. Harry was sat in the library doing his homework when he got stuck and desperately needed help and there he was, sitting in his black suit on the end of the table, scratching down his own work. Harry had asked for help in his notes, and without hesitation draco gave him his notebook and asked harry to return it to him whenever he wanted, as Long as it was before potions class. Harry had never thought of Draco differently until that moment he decided to help. Like a gentlemen, harry hurried the work and decided to hand draco his notebook before next potions lesson and so he did, that's when they hit it off when Draco tried to make a small conversation and it resulted into a long conversation on parchment in the classroom barely paying attention to the class.

From little conversations they went to long conversations to dropping draco off at the end of the day to his dorms and only then harry would walk away, smiling to himself. He didn't admit it to himself that he was slowly falling for draco until that very night harry was sitting on the floor talking with Ron and Hermione. It was like a random switch when Ron and Hermione shared a sweet simple kiss that it occurred to harry, he'd like to do it too, only the one he wanted to do it with was draco. It was journey from then, harry would wait to meet draco before class, would desperately make arrangements so he sat next to draco without dropping hints, walk back with him showing affection in his ways is teasing only because they were alone, hit him playfully, go to hogsmeade with him, eat with him, talk with him for Long hours after quidditch practices . Everything was brilliantly perfect for harry.

Draco looked at him the way only someone who liked you did, he locked eyes with across the room like no one else did, made him walk entire grounds off just so he didn't had to walk off to the dorms early and to spend more time with harry, draco never talked with anyone the way he did with harry, never was playful but with harry, he gave harry the smile only preserved for him. Everything between them was simply their own little secret and Harry felt wrecked. He felt warmth spread inside him everytime he saw draco. He felt, loved, happy when he was with him, something he thought he'd lost feeling of after the war but draco became something to quickly to Harry that he couldn't help anything but admire draco, even if he tried so hard not to. Harry spent his days daydreaming about being with draco, somewhere knowing that maybe draco too liked him.

He was relentlessly falling without caution until it was too late and harry experienced his first little heartbreak when he noticed the slight ways draco would flirt with Astoria. It only happened every once in a while, so harry didn't expect a lot but when one day because of being sick harry took a day off, he was next day met with draco's stories of walking back with Astoria, going to hogsmeade and eating with her. It bubbled little jealousy inside of him but harry had no right to be jealous, why did he ? He didn't love draco, did he? It was stupid crush, right ? A crush everyone have when they're 17, that'll die out soon ?

Harry should have been happy for him when he first heard draco admit he liked Astoria, he should've been happy for him and all he did gave him smile but he didn't walk back with him. He couldn't, he was too busy pushing his heart into the cage of no feelings for him but heart had to be one bratty little thing to fight back equally hard and harry remained all but cautiously falling, again I'm failed attempts to not fall.

Then the news came, Astoria dating Blaise, who had left school by now to associate his mother in business. Harry became relieved, only he was little more cautious to not let his heart be played but a man is only but a fool with none soldier to protect his heart when the blow hits. When they expanded their little circle, theo coming into their little circle, harry loved him too. He never had a friend like theo who hated the same things as his own, loved the same things as his own. It was easy to just blend into with theo but harry should've known better about the little hidden plans, the classes they took together that harry didn't with them. But theo knew, theo saw right through harry and remained committed to not only have harry have the opportunity when it came but also talk with harry about his little day dreams. But theo came with Astoria and when Astoria happened, harry said only but " I'm over draco, I don't like him" and that must've been his biggest mistake, Lying to himself and theo.

Days turned to weeks, into a month of final examinations, graduation coming nearer. Harry hadn't met draco or theo apart from little crossings in the library. But heart broken once should have known,

" hey, harry, can I ask you something ?" Theo asked as he pulled towards the corner one day In the library

" sure, go ahead " harry grinned as he shrugged

" I was hoping you won't get mad or anything because I know it would be wrong on my part, but just so you know, I am still your friend and if it makes you uncomfortable we won't do anything" theo babbled

" what's the matter theo ?" Harry frowned, worried for theo.

" d- harry- draco asked me out on a date after exams " theo swallowed.

Harry's face relaxed as he felt himself falling backward, only he wasn't. His heart sinked, his stomach felt funny and his toes curled. Harry gulped as he realised theo was waiting for some response.

" and I'm fine with it theo. It's really considerate of you to ask me but I've told you before theo, I'm over draco. He's a gone crush. I never even liked him that much you know. I stopped liking him after Astoria. I mean, really " harry chuckled softly as he smoothly lied .

Theo sighed in relief " thank god because I like him too but I just didn't want to hurt you because you know, you liked him. You're sure though, right ?"

" of course theo, of course " harry patted his shoulder " listen I gotta go, Hermione would kill me if I didn't study. See you around and definitely tell me about that date later, yeah " and harry rapidly walked off waving a goodbye with a smile until he turned around and his heart fell out of his chest. Harry thought and thought, thought hard as why couldn't he just simply get over draco. He hadn't seen him a month, Barely talked with him, he should not have felt saddened by the little revelation, he should've been happy for draco, he should have been. But he wasn't, he couldn't even after he so desperately tried.

It wasn't until the graduation day that harry saw draco finally. He was dressed in his characteristic dark green robes with a Slytherin bachelor hat, his degrees in his hands. Smiling he approached draco, almost touching his elbow to get his attention when he finally saw who was coming towards him and harry all but felt sickened again.

In his moments of weakness, harry never even realised when had he actually grabbed draco's elbow until Draco turned around with a sharp distracted smile

" harry " draco exclaimed happily

" h- hi , happy graduation " harry swallowed, fighting his breaking heart into pulling a smile.

" happy graduation to you too. You did great by the way. I'm so proud of you " draco grinned as he patted Harry's shoulder. Harry looked at his hand over his shoulder, wanting to touch it just so he could hold his hand but he didn't..

He wasn't Harry's.

Proudly harry pulled a better smile and savagely replied " bet you thought you'd be better than me "

Draco chuckled " never harry, you're Always the best "

And yet you're with him, not me.

Harry crackled a smile as theo too joined in and best pretended not to be completely heart broken by seeing the two being together.

That day harry understood if he ever understood anything, all wounds may heal but some wounds leaves scar and if too, somedays they may even sting but you gotta live through pain, because perhaps that was love.

I really want to write a part 2 to this. This one really had me thinking until the right inspiration hit, and here's something based of real life. Happy reading..

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Day 46- old habits | Day 48- dancing with each other

Someone to call home

so a couple of weeks ago i received a request by an anon for a fluffy fic about about harry owning a coffee shop and draco being an auror. they meet after the war, become friends, then best friends and then husbands. tho because of whatever stupid reason, the answer request is suddenly lost, tho here is your (anon) fic .

Fluff | physical touch |

For some people, love only happens once, but for some people, it happens everyday, and this is theirs, A romance of, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. 

Where did it begin? A coffee shop. How ? nobody knows. Maybe it was in those sweet little conversations when they first met after the war when they had forgiven each other and Harry gave Draco a free coffee or maybe it was in the soft physical touches or maybe it was in their eyes. It all began somewhere and it never ended. Maybe it was also in the rain from when they first met and Draco had returned from his auror training in need of a shelter and had accidentally ran into harry. From little sneers, to quips, to smiling at each other in forgiveness, they matured and they grew. It was something to see when everyone used to mistake them for being a couple, oh their traitor heart would flutter but would they politely deny. But how should they must’ve not known that they could never be not be more than friends, it was there, lingering in the air, like a promise, like maybe a destiny they couldn’t avoid when during a simple jokes of laughing next to each other, they had shared their first kiss and simply smiled afterwards as though they had been doing this for their whole lives. 

Maybe it was in those little smiles draco gave him, or maybe it was in those hand shakes, or maybe it was in those sparkling eyes, or maybe it when they used to walk home together laughing, or maybe it was during when draco took care of him, or maybe it was in that secret smiles, or maybe it was in those little gifts he made harry, or maybe it was in his visiting the graves with harry, or maybe it was in bringing flowers, or maybe it was in those little arguments about why harry deserved better, or maybe it was in those times when draco would look at harry in a room full when he played the piano at a gig, or maybe it was when he would dedicate a song to harry, or maybe it was when draco tried to learn to whip coffees like harry, or maybe it was in those fun duels they had, or maybe it was in walks in the park, or maybe it was draco buying harry a dog as a gift, or maybe it was in those soft forehead kisses, or maybe it was in those soft touches when draco would run small circles over harrys hands when he’s feel bad, or maybe it was the night of the concert when all harry could look at was draco singing at the top of his lungs covered in glitters, or maybe it was when draco would read to him, or maybe it was in seeing their silly photographs together and giggling about, or maybe it was when the first time they kissed, harry fell somewhere along the way for his best friend. 

For draco it might’ve been in forgiveness, or maybe it was in the first brewed coffee, or maybe it was during harry’s surprise small visits at his work, or maybe it was in those meals harry would cook for him, or maybe in those little singing jams when they’d sing their hearts out on a random friday at draco’s house, maybe it was in harry braiding his hair, or maybe it was in harry buying him expensive gifts, or maybe it was in listening to draco when nobody else did, or maybe it was in those little letters harry would write about how he looked good today or what he’d cook for them, or maybe it was in that little silly kitchen fight when they threw the flour at each other, or maybe it was in those deep late night conversations they would have, or maybe it was during the times when draco would come late from work and harry would be up waiting for him, or maybe it was during the time harry took him to Rome just to make him  eat his favourite pizza, or maybe it was after draco’s first birthday with harry when they were sitting on the rooftop laughing hysterically and glancing at each other dissolving into sober smiles, maybe it was in harry smiling and singing along and bobbing his head side to side whenever draco would play the piano, or maybe it was in painting draco’s nails late at night for fun, or maybe it was in that heart throbbing smile harry would give him, or maybe it was in tendering his wounds and kissing his forehead telling him that everything will be alright, or maybe it was during any of their conversations or maybe it was in harry gazing at him like a kid when he’d read to him, or maybe it was in kissing him for the first time, he fell somewhere for his best friend and he loved it. 

But when they stood on the altar speaking their vows, they knew there was nobody they would want to share the morning kisses with, or the sweet passion in love making, or sharing kissing on others neck, or kissing their lips, or someone to abide the vows to, or making everyday special, or making dinner for other, or someone to share a child with, or waking up with someone for the rest of their lives, or someone they’d watch each and every show with, or someone to take for walks, or someone to sing to, or someone to share dinner with, or someone to decide the colour of the wall with, or someone to rant to, or someone to bath with after a long day, or someone to attend rest of the weddings with, or someone to shop for toothpaste with, or someone to fight over with for which couch to purchase, or someone to yell at, or someone to fly away with, or someone to fight every battle with, or someone to write songs for, or someone to grow old with,or someone to find their heaven with,or someone to love each day and never get bored of it, there was nobody else for them, but them. 

So they lived in tales like the forever couple bought by differences together, making the impossible possible, giving hope that even the worst could work out if you love. 

But when did they fell in love? Nobody knew, maybe it was in the sweet smiles in the coffee shop or maybe it was in the first kiss or maybe it was every time, they loved each other and when they fell in love it never mattered.They found their little teardrops of heaven with, a person to call home, someone to rest their face on shoulder to, someone to promise forever and always to and that’s what mattered.  

I'm beyond devasted to bring this out immensely late but I'm emptying out the inbox now. Sorry for anyone who requests and gets on hold. I'll try my best to respond soon..

Hermione Granger

❝The result of well loved textbooks.❞

Pansy Parkinson

❝The nightmare disguised as a tragically beautiful daydream.❞

Sirius Black × Reader

❝She’s wrongfully hypnotic and sinfully angelic. Unintentionally ethereal and substantially divine. ❞

Draco Malfoy

❝He is charred cigarette ashes scraping against tired lungs, the crimson caking encasing your knuckles and the midsummer storm skiming over your collarbones.❞

Draco Malfoy × Reader

❝He doesn’t know what to make of this - of her. All he knows, and is able to decode is this: for the first time in a long time, he’s finally going home.❞

Sirius Black × Reader

❝The silken mist has swallowed him whole, has taken him to a whole other world, all without her.❞  

saccharine sunshine.

draco malfoy × reader

words: 2k

Draco Malfoy is eleven years old when he first catches sight of a blur of sunshine one bleak and blustery afternoon. It clouds the vision in his left eye, snatches his attention for more than fifteen seconds, forces him to whip his head - his entire body - around, all just to catch a glimpse, a teeny, minuscule glimpse, of a girl - the girl - bundled beneath the flash of vibrance.

And Draco, well, Draco has to remind himself just how putrid the color truly is. How revolting the House it belongs to is. How even more offensive the girl who resides in the House with the dreadful color is.

Because she is absolutely, positively, completely and down right, utterly horrible. A disgrace to her already disgraceful House.  

And Draco has no desire to discredit his high and mighty family title for someone of such a lowly caste.

×

Draco Malfoy is twelve years old and believes himself even more superior in contrast to the population that makes up Hogwarts. Spitting the word “Mudblood” like venom to its prey nearly every other day, lets it drip from his lips like a faulty faucet in the dead of winter.

And this - this bothers her, gets underneath the thin layer of her flesh, and gnaws away at her every last nerve, bores itself into the endless void of her brain, and pesters her and pounds its menacing name against the drums of her ears, sends her into a frenzied dance of furry in the middle of the night between the cotton quilts dressing her feather, soft mattress, and makes her clamp down on her rose dusted lips till they transfer to a gleaming crimson.  

But she doesn’t dare speak, doesn’t dare say a single word, or crack a simple syllable.

And this - this bothers Draco, infuriates him to no end, seeps underneath the translucent skin of his peeked cheeks sending them into a flurry of untameable flames.   

But he doesn’t dare stop, doesn’t dare let the chance of her speaking to him flutter away like the tattered leaf tumbling down, down, down to the ruby littered ground right before his very eyes in this very moment in time.  

And it occurs to him, rather harshly, that the word itself doesn’t taste half as well as he’d anticipated.

×

It isn’t until Draco’s third year he musters the courage to speak two words to her.    

“Watch it!” he hisses.

And it’s the girl’s turn to whip her head - her entire body - around, all just to stare him down dead in the eye.

And, my God, if she’s not completely and down right, utterly gorgeous in the bleeding sunlight.

But instead of spitting venom right back at him, she smiles. A graceful grin, a sneaky smirk, and the corridor shimmers and glimmers under her ethereal presence.  

A remark suffused with snark is rolling around behind the walls of her loosely sealed lips, a playful glint igniting a spark in her eyes as she speaks.

“What makes you think I’m the one who needs to watch it?”

Swiftly like the autumn wind scraping against the dust filled windowpanes, she twirls around and is on her way.  

And that is that.

×

Draco Malfoy is fourteen years old and standing beneath the midnight stream of a crystallized chandelier watching ever so carefully, ever so cautiously as she glissades across the grandeur, ice floor, five fingers intertwined with those of a distinguishable boy with a diacritic scar and a detectable pair of spectacles.

And Draco, he’s seething, is hardly breathing, can hardly see clearly for the burning, gurgling concoction seeping up and up and up his esophagus.

It’s not until later when his eyes catch on the billow of her dress, and the shimmer of her skin, and the catalytic twirling of the wind between her hair and -

She feels the weeping of the wound before he even pulls the trigger, hears the breeze beneath his feet as he glides across the snippy December air from behind the spot of where she stands.

“Careful,” she spirals around slowly, gown bound lowly to the tips of her toes. “Stare any longer, and I might actually bleed out.”

“Wouldn’t want that.”

“Right. I’d hate to be the one to dirty your pretty, shiny shoes.”

He opens his mouth, closes it, opens it once more, but reverts back to the resounding silence.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“You sure about that?”

Draco’s never been sure about much of anything.

“I’ve got a question for you, Malfoy, and I want the truth.”

Draco’s only ever learned how to form petty lies around his pretty lips.

“Why is it you’ve never called me that.”

“Called you what?”

And he knows, oh, my God does Draco know.

“You’re a remarkably good liar,” she whispers, and it’s only then and there, Draco takes note of just how close they’ve become in such a short span of time. “But not that good.”

“You just never heard me.” he retaliates coolly, and rather quickly.

Much too quickly, and not quite chilly enough.

Her face grows closer until it’s mere millimeters away from his unraveling lips. Their breaths are intertwining, and body heat is interweaving, and tightened chests are quickly rising and -

“I don’t believe you.”

Draco’s not so sure he’s ever felt so cold in all his life.

×

It isn’t until fifth year Draco receives a shock most alarming.

It isn’t until fifth year he receives a dose of fiery, cold water down the shirt on his back, feels it trickle down the iron wrought staircase of his spine and slither through the notches of his ribs, down to the very marrow of his very bones.  

It isn’t until his fifth year is nearing its end he receives a tangible whack across his face more abrupt and unexpected and unwelcome than Granger’s back in third year.

It isn’t until his fifth year he receives his first kiss.

And it goes a little something like this:

A girl - the girl - comes billowing down a torch-lit, midnight swept corridor with a laugh lodged in her throat and a flush tainted to her cheeks.

And he knows she cannot, should not be here, knows he should not be considering letting her be, remaining free, and he knows, oh, my God, does Draco know he should snatch her wrists and commit his sin by turning her in and gain himself a win, but he cannot, cannot, cannot bring his rigid form to break free from this rock hard mold, cannot, cannot, cannot bring himself to do the wrong thing because this is her, and as much as he really, truly, deeply detests her, it appears he cannot unveil the strength he needs to pull through with this daunting task.

But when she spies him spying her, she stops, stumbles, stutters, all wide eyes and saturated shadows melting down her waxy features.

It’s a moment of silence - a moment of truth - as they stare the other down, waiting for a sign - a motion, a flash, a jolt - that they are, in fact, flesh and bones and not cold, hard stone.

“You shouldn’t be here.” is all he says - all he can think to say. Because every other possible letter and word and sentence is mortar on the roof of his mouth.

“You’re going to turn me in, aren’t you?” she quietly inquiries, though, it’s hardly an inquiry at all. Rather, it’s more of a confrontation, an invitation, a dare.

A sickly, sweet dare.

A sickly, sweet dare Draco swishes around his mouth, rolls across his tongue, spreads over his taste buds and shoves down his esophagus.

It’s a dare - a dare so utterly sweet, so undeniably taunting - one Draco cannot seem to say “yes” or “no” to.

A cheshire cat smile tickles her lips as her maddening stare bores bullets through his soul, his skull, his fucking sanity. She’s closing in and grinning big as she places one foot in front of the other until she’s close, closer, closest, until he can no longer breath, no longer see the precise lines of her sloping nose and razor wire jawline.

And they’re barely missing, skin almost, almost, almost kissing.

And it’s oh so tantalizing, oh so terrifying.

Their lips are brushing, heartbeats pulsing -

- And their lips are touching, pulse points rushing.

And this - this is new.  

This is different. This is enthralling. This is enticing. This is petrifying, just as it is electrifying.

And his next movement comes uninitiated, unpredicted. For his fingers weave through the waves of her hair as he kisses, kisses, kisses her back so hard and so long that his lips swell and his tongue exudes a lurid, berry syrup.  

Teeth clink and guards sink, and without a blink or a proper moment to think, he’s crashing into the cold, hard ground without anything or anyone to grasp on to.

×

Draco Malfoy is sixteen years old, and his life is spiraling out of control.

Because there’s a mark, you see, all serrated and stark against shockingly white flesh. The ink rubs against his veins the wrong way.

His tears seep through the starch of his shirt and his blood flows through the crevices of the scabrous stones of the girl’s bathroom floor.

He’s bleeding out, and there’s nothing he can do to make it stop.

This is how she finds him - lying in a flood of horrors, the basin overflowing, blood drowning her toes and filling his lungs.

She can’t quite bear the sight.

She runs to him, holds him tight, with all her might, without a fright and -

And she doesn’t let go.

Draco really doesn’t know how much longer he can keep on fighting.

He realizes he’s finally reached the end of the line.

Perhaps that was his destination this whole time.

“Please, Professor, you have to help him,” she whispers, quiet desperation slipping from her tongue, and spilling from her eyes.

Draco can’t help but wonder if this is what it feels like to die.

Because lying here it all seems much too crystal clear.

The end of the world is finally here, knocking on his door, his demise has arrived at long last.

×

Draco Malfoy is seventeen years old, and the time has come for him to go.

Because there’s a war, you see, all blood and gore amidst a world torn in two.

It’s cackling like a tortuous scorn inside the walls of his head, thrumming and humming within the flow of his bloodstream, screaming and crying and -

“I have to go.” he says, words reverberating through the ash-mottled air. 

His name has been called, and it’s time for him to move on, to choose the side he was meant to all along.

He can’t help but feel as if he were the one who had been wrong after all.

“You don’t have to,” she says, and oh, my God, Draco knows.

He knows.

"Oh, but I do, love.”

She shakes her head, digs her nails into the lapels of his jacket. There’s soot in her hair, and tears in her eyes, and blood on her lips. Draco can feel the final sigh of his once beating heart, the tumbling of the walls inside his chest.

He really did try his best.

Draco knows this is a final goodbye, and a screaming cry and a dire prayer to a God that Draco’s unsure is even there and -

“I love you,” he says.

But only inside the back of his head.

Luna Lovegood × Ginny Weasley

❝Luna awoke on the sixth day of June, and came to the resounding conclusion that she is in love with the galaxy herself.❞

Sirius Black x Reader

soulmate au

❝He kisses her then, grabs her tenderly by the jaw, can feel the crimson dripping down his palms.

She doesn’t suffocate.

The world is okay.❞

haphazard.

draco malfoy x reader

*requested

in which two war-torn lovers confess their feelings as the world comes to its end.

prompt list.

x

When Draco Malfoy is seventeen years old, he twines a promise around her finger and pins a secret to his heart.

Because Voldemort has ascended and there’s blood on the Drawing Room floor - dirty blood, tainted blood, Granger’s blood - and there’s cries imbued into the whorls of Draco’s mind, crashing and burning and tangible and scarring. There's Dumbledore's pleas and Thorfinn's screams and Crabbe's ashes and a ring on her finger and a knife hanging over his head and Potter's dead, Potter's dead, gave up his life so that the world might go on and everyone, everything will be alright.

But everything is not alright, no, nothing is okay. Because Draco is running and running, and he’s searching and searching, and oh, God, oh, God he can’t find her, he can’t find her, and there’s rubble crunching beneath his feet and soot seeping into his lungs, and oh, God, oh, God he can barely breathe.

When he finds her on a fourth-floor corridor backed into a corner by Fenrir Greyback with her fingers grasping her ribs and her wand lying half a yard away, his breath catches, and his heart stutters and his mind flatlines.

A curse falls from his lips. It sounds so natural and tastes so bitter, and it makes him feel sick.

“Draco?”

“Come on. We have to hurry.”

He fits his fingers to her hips, and it feels like fourth year all over again. With frost clinging to her hair and petals falling from her lips and a kiss - sweet, sweet, sweet - pressing against the corner of his mouth because she’d missed his cheek, but he doesn’t believe that was an accident, no.

Not entirely.

“Where are we going?”

“I don’t know,” he murmurs, hopes she doesn’t hear him.

Screams are reverberating off the walls and splintering the stone and Draco is vaguely reminded of Granger's guttural cries and Thorfinn's screams and Dumbledore's final plea and Crabbe's bones lying in a pile of muddled memories beneath the cabinet in the Room of Requirement and God, oh, God, he can barely even breathe.

He stops running, swipes a thumb across the picket white fence of her knuckles and reiterates to himself that he is breathing and she is real.

He holds onto that, onto her hand, tells himself a pretty lie he refuses to swallow and choke on.

He stops running, faces her, grasps the slope of her chin in the cusp of his palms, can feel the pads of his thumbs pulsating beneath the subtle jut of her cheekbones.

“Listen to me. Listen to me, please. I love you. More than I ever truly knew. More than you’ll ever begin to know. And that - that is my downfall. That has been my mistake this entire time. My mistake was falling for you.”

She grabs the starch of his collar and digs her nails into his nape and drags her teeth along his lips and presses her ribs flush against his and he thinks - God, he knows - their hearts are pounding in perfect tandem.

When she pulls away, there’s copper rusted on her chin.

“We’ve both made mistakes,” she whispers, her breath biting his lips. He can still taste their kiss.

Sweet, sweet, sweet.

Crimson lightning strikes the morning air.

The sky falls.

domino effect.

draco malfoy x slytherin!reader

*requested

x

Draco’s blood is not pure, has been contaminated with bittersweet toxins that feather his veins and stain his wrists a terribly virulent shade of black. He can feel the Yew digging white-hot into his flesh, has to bite his lip and choke on the bile ascending his esophagus to defuse the pain.

Accepting the mark was his first mistake, an inevitable fate, a terribly hideous disillusionment he cannot erase.

He sees that now.

x

Draco doesn’t exactly forget the summer of his sixteenth year, no.

Not quite.

Because there’s a succession of nightmares spinning round and round his peripheral. A woman, and a teacher, and an innocent fragment of collateral damage levitating ten feet from the dining room table, flames licking her face, eyes glossy and lifeless and perpetually fearful.

The memory is the first of many.

Fragmented and enigmatic and easily misunderstood. They begin as ink-stained silhouettes that eat up the walls in the dead of night. They’re fuliginous and obscure and only reside within the back of his head, or so he says. 

Because now he’s doubled over in a wicked, wretched pain, has a prayer like a kiss falling from his lips and blood dribbling down his hands like an omen.

He pinches his skin.

Feels the pain.

x

Draco’s sixth year at Hogwarts is unlike the other five, is more like handcuffs and confines and secrets that morph into pretty white lies. He has splinters in his palms and ink between his fingers, vitriol in his veins and words stuck between his teeth.

Amortentia never did smell so sweet.

He inhales the saccharine aroma of honeysuckle blossoms, heady wood polish, and the summer nostalgia of his fifteenth year spent languidly sprawled across the serrated shingles lining the roof of Malfoy Manor. Summer had felt infinite then, with the days melting down the hills and the jut of her chin, suffusing the lilac currents of her wrists and spewing out the ends of her fingertips. He remembers feeling the desire to kiss her - hard, soft, asphyxiating, inebriating. He did, and it was exhilarating.

But summer is gone, has faded with the dusk, has been replaced by perpetual nightfall and a bitter, biting chill that slips through his spine and the teeth of his ribs.

“I smell,” she begins, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear so he can see the potion catch in her eyes like dewdrops on spider’s silk. “Eucalyptus and sandalwood and something,” she stops, closes her eyes, inhales, “Something sweet. Like freshly fallen rain.”

It rained earlier that morning.

x

The cabinet is broken, is nothing more than dust mottled crevices and musty drawers that don’t even open.

And time is not on Draco’s side, no, for he can feel the hands of his grandfather's wristwatch slipping down his wrist and into his veins. Can feel the burn, burn, fucking burn searing his flesh and boiling his blood. 

It’s poison, and he’s drowning. 

He can still taste the toxicant bite of the witch’s apple fresh on his tongue as a heavy curse hangs from his fingertips and comes undone at his lips. He peels back the starch of his sleeve, digs his nails into his flesh, prays, hopes, wishes that maybe, just maybe he can turn back the hands of time and change his mind.

x

She’s a daydream caught between a labyrinth of ancient incantations and finger-smudged ink.

He thinks he may as well be dreaming.

Because the last light of day is catching fire on the ends of her hair as kaleidoscopic shadows race down the notches of her spine. Her wooly skirt brushes up against the sides of her thighs as an emerald green mosaic paints a landscape of shadows across her face.

Draco feels his equilibrium slipping off its axis.

Because he’s chasing her like he once chased those sultry summer sunsets from the roof of Malfoy Manor, can feel her melt like wax between his fingers, and her lips pressed to his. Can taste her lipgloss dribbling down his chin like sticky sugar liquor and gossamer candyfloss.

He’s running out of time.

Can feel the sand slipping through his grasp and filling up his shoes. Can feel the water crashing against his lungs and crushing his ribs and oh, God, oh, God, this is what it feels like to die, isn’t it? 

He’s certain this is a dream. A bitter, bittersweet reverie.

He closes his eyes.

Sees the world in colors he’s never seen before.

x

Draco watches as the sun slips between the fingers of the pines lining the horizon, watches as the syrup-thick rays catch in the murky window panes of the fourth-floor corridor and spill across the timeworn stone, across the patent leather of his Brogues.

Within minutes, the stars coagulate in an array of constellations as the night saturates the sky in caliginous shades of violet. The time has come to do what must be done.

“Draco, there you are. I’ve been looking all over for you.”

The moon drags its teeth across her face, stars bleeding out, dying, in her eyes. “Where have you been?” she asks, again, differently this time.

"There's something I need to tell you." He says, twists his fingers behind his back, and slides his teeth across his tongue, and feels the earth tremble beneath his feet.

She takes a tentative step forward and angles her head. Draco can see her wide eyes gleam beneath the midnight sheen of the balmy June night, can see the silver dollar smile of the moon reflect off her emerald green tie.

“What’s wrong?” she no more than whispers. 

It sounds like a scream.

And he can hardly fucking breathe as he drags his arms from behind his back, wholly bare and visibly bruised, laid out explicitly for her to see.

She's quiet for a moment, a minute, a heartbeat, a lifetime, and he's desperate for her to speak, to say something, anything, everything, or maybe nothing at all.

She reaches out, brushes her fingers across the roadmap of his veins, drags her nails across the ink, across the teeth of the stain that mars the flesh of his left arm. He feels the sting, then the bite, then the forest fire burn of her touch.

She’s intrigued, he thinks.

“When?” she whispers, not quite letting go of his arm, holding on just a little bit tighter. “When did this happen? When did he do this to you?”

“Last summer. Right after I turned sixteen.”

She nods and he swallows, suddenly feeling as though he’s choking, or suffocating, or drowning, maybe. He takes a step back, states his desperate need to leave and turns around before she can blink and he can cave.

“Wait, no, I’m not letting you leave like this,” she says, snatching his wrist and pulling him back into a tender, bittersweet kiss.

All Draco can taste is a tangible, decadent doom. A premonition of the end. Her lips are soft and their kiss is sacred and this moment is fleeting, fleeting, gone.

He pinches his skin.

Numbness.

an arranged marriage to draco malfoy

draco malfoy x pureblood gryffindor!reader

The ring is heavier than he’d anticipated

A pocket full of posies searing through the threads of his trousers, biting and bruising and burning his flesh

He’s sixteen, and the world is just beginning to weigh heavy on his shoulders

But the ring

The ring

Nothing quite compares to the weight of the promise in his pocket, the premonition of a dreadfully bloody epilogue

Because once upon a time on a mid-June afternoon when the sun is high and the air is warm, he takes the ring from his pocket and slips it over her finger

He swipes a thumb across the back of her hand and kisses each delicate jut of her knuckles, watches her blush like a rose beneath the microscope of the sun

She smiles, and Draco wishes he could capture it and hold on to it forever

But even the light of a firefly soon dies out and summer comes to a close, thunder fading in the distance and colors falling from the trees

The world is spinning out of proportion, tilting on its axis, slipping from his grasp

And it all comes undone with a gasp from his lips, a sharp jab to his ribs, a faint shiver in his bones

He can feel his blood running cold, can feel the water rising past his knees, can feel the ribbon-thin curl of ink spilling into his bloodstream

It’s not long before he’s drowning in the nightmares

Because a war is brewing, is dancing along the horizon, an epic contrast against the charcoal smoke bleeding out across the sky

But there's a girl with a ring on her finger waiting on the other side, and Draco can't help but wonder how things would have turned out had he been on the winning side from the start

They’re married on a mid-June afternoon when the sun is high and the air is warm

He takes her hands in his, slips a ring over her finger, watches the sunlight catch and shatter and fade away

Thinks that maybe, just maybe, everything will be okay

So I wrote a quick little Drarry drabble based on this post I stumbled across a few days ago. I would recommend reading it before reading this.

Summary: Soulmate AU (better described in post linked above)

Word Count: 418

Pairing: Drarry

A/N: The writing in bold was borrowed directly from J.K. Rowling’s writing originally in the books. It is not mine. I don’t think there are any warnings, but let me know if there should be!

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“You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.”

He held out his hand to shake Harry’s, but Harry didn’t take it.

“I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks,” he said coolly.

And he knew he was wrong the moment he said it, for a burning sensation tingled down his arm to his wrist. Harry’s words rang in his ears as he felt a light crimson rise to his face.

No, I’m far too young, he thought. It can’t be real. Father didn’t feel Mum’s words until after they left Hogwarts.

But that night in his new dorm, after an evening of chattered excitement over a divine feast, he found his fear to be true. The tattooed words he had memorised for years were gone. He had found his soulmate, but not until just after losing him.

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“Well, Draco?” said Lucius Malfoy. He sounded avid. “Is it? Is it Harry Potter?”

“I can’t— I can’t be sure,” said Draco. He was keeping his distance from Greyback, and seemed as scared of looking at Harry as Harry was of looking at him.

Though he remained silent to prevent his identity from being revealed, Harry felt a prickle along his arm, not unlike the burning of his scar he had long grown used to. But this tingling confused him more than the pain of his scar ever had. Harry knew he had seen a glint of recognition in Draco’s eyes, before the latter had refused to hold eye contact. He had lied for Harry. And the sensation he felt along the skin beneath his torn sleeve was one that had been described to him by many, including Ron about Hermione one night at the Burrow.

The words that had been left on his arm earlier than the scar on his head, that Dudley had made fun of, saying Harry would never find the one who would utter them. He had wondered why his words were quite so plain, and if Cho or Ginny might have been the one to make them fade. But no, the one who made Harry’s tattoo fade was the one he would have guessed least likely. His worst enemy, Malfoy himself, had lied for him, and in doing so, revealed himself to be Harry’s soulmate.

That thought, to Harry, hurt more than the searing pain of his scar ever could.

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